1. |
Taking Your Picture
01:57
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I’m taking your picture dear
Taking your picture
To help me remember
The time we were here
With the leaves shaking
In sign language
And whispering
Secrets out loud
We're not doing nothing
Just listening softly
And watching the breeze
Blow the clouds
I’m taking your picture dear
Taking your picture
To help me remember
The time we were here
With the fields flying backwards
And the sky holding still
And the train whistle
Howling its song
The train is rocking
It’s making you sleepy
Have a nap
We’ll be there before long
I’m taking your picture dear
Taking your picture
To help me remember
The time we were here
It’s making me dizzy
The water’s so clear
And the coral
Is so far below
But please pay attention
And don’t miss a thing
It’ll soon be
Our moment to go
I’m taking your picture dear
Taking your picture
To help me remember
The time we were here
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2. |
Drunk at Ten
02:59
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I been drunk since I was ten
I guess I’d do it all again
All the drinks and drunks
And times my heart got broke
Thank you for the gin
And for letting me come in
I don’t like walls
Let’s go outside and smoke
***
My bottle is my shot glass
Has been since I was grown
This bottle in my pocket
Is the only thing I own
***
I thought Becky was the one
We drank more than everyone
Once or twice
I think she outdrank me
But she met a pious man
Now she's living in his van
High as hell
On Christ and LSD
***
My bottle is my shot glass
Has been since I was grown
This bottle in my pocket
Is the only thing I own
***
The DTs kinda scare me
But alcohol repairs me
Just so long
As I can drink enough
I told that to my brother
Said he had to pour another
But that fucker
Went and called my bluff
***
My bottle is my shot glass
Has been since I was grown
This bottle in my pocket
Is the only thing I own
***
You treated me real kind
Hope your husband didn't mind
If you ask for help
You know I won't refuse
If you need a favour
I could scare your asshole neighbour
Even kill him
I got nothing much to lose
***
My bottle is my shot glass
Has been since I was grown
This bottle in my pocket
Is the only thing I own
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3. |
The Flattering Sunset
03:05
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It starts with rum
And the juice of an orange
Then juice of Grey Goose
Which to tell you the truth
Is one hundred mils
At eighty proof
Swirl in Grand Marnier
Dribble some lime
But only as condiments
Don't spoil the rhyme
That’s The Flattering Sunset
Orange fire from sun
Moonlight with sunset
Vodka with rum
***
You do you do!
Do the fuckin’ sunset!
You will you will!
Drink your fuckin’ sunset!
Taste it!
Taste it!
Swallow!
***
You bend one knee
Bend it just like me
When you chance to dance
The Flattering Sunset
Sway with your partner
Flirt with romance
Let her sit on your knee
She sits, lightly
And the perfume of her hair
Perfumes the air
Pull her up and take her hand
Wrap her up—you’re her man
Sway her, move her, sometimes swirl
You’re her man and she’s your girl
That’s The Flattering Sunset
The dance of romance
Your girl in your arms
With her hand down your pants
***
You do you do!
Do the fuckin’ sunset!
You will you will!
Dance the fuckin’ sunset!
Dance it!
Dance it!
Eat it!
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4. |
Why Do I Love Her
03:22
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Why do i love her?
I don’t know
Why do i love her?
I don’t know
Is it her lips?
I don’t know
Her hips?
I don’t know
Is it her hair?
I don’t know
Her underwear?
I really don’t know
Why do i love her?
He don’t know
She’s mean and she’s dumb
And she’s thinks i’m a pet
She’s the best damn woman
I’ll ever get
***
Why does she stay?
I don’t know
Why does she stay?
I don’t know
My looks?
I don’t know
My books?
I don’t know
Because i’m smart?
I don’t know
My big heart?
I don’t know
Why does she stay?
He don’t know
She’s mean and she’s dumb
And she’s thinks i’m a pet
She’s the best damn woman
I’ll ever get
***
Will she ever love me?
Maybe
Will she ever love me?
Maybe
Need me?
Maybe
Feed me?
Maybe
Know me?
Maybe
Blow me?
Already does
Will she ever love me
Maybe
She’s mean and she’s dumb
And she thinks i’m a pet
She’s the best damn woman
I’ll ever get
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I'm a little bit shitfaced
I'm a little bit high
We're a little bit wasted
And we get along fine
I love my country
Like I love my wife
I wish my country
Would stay outta my life
I can’t drive drunk
I can drink and fire
Gonna buy me a glock
Soon as I retire
And a million rounds—
Don’t wanna run out
Don't never run out
When there’s strangers about
***
I'm a little bit shitfaced
I'm a little bit high
We're a little bit wasted
And we get along fine
I love my wife
Like you love your car
I trust my wife
But not too far
When I danced with Arlaine
It was just for fun
But since that dance
She's been my only one
We live in a cabin
Don't need no kids
Ain't against abortion
It's just we prefer meds
***
I'm a little bit shitfaced
I'm a little bit high
We're a little bit wasted
And we get along fine
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